“Do you want me gone?” There’s an unsurprising amount of hurt in my voice. “What? No.” He exhales heavily, frowning at my face. “I don’t know.” I wasn’t expecting that, but at least he’s being honest like always. “What does that mean?” “It means I want you to stay, but I also want you to go.” “Why do you want me to stay?” “Because I like you.” “Why do you want me to go?” “Because I like you.” “Oh.” “Oh.” He likes me. He likes me. He likes me.
